This is the funniest thing I've seen in awhile...
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Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Lola the Christmas Elf
My aunt sent me little elf boots with jingle bells for Lola. She hates any kind of dog clothing/accessories so I had to feed her pieces of steak while I put them on.
I have turned into one of those crazy dog people. I am convinced she is part human...
Maybe I'm not getting out enough...or maybe I just treat her like a human (...or both)
At least I'm not the only one...
In light of the holiday season...
I have turned into one of those crazy dog people. I am convinced she is part human...
Maybe I'm not getting out enough...or maybe I just treat her like a human (...or both)
At least I'm not the only one...
In light of the holiday season...
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Adapting to Life on Crutches...Again.
This is my second time living my life on crutches for an extended period. And let me tell you (in case you don't already know), they are downright treachorous. Luckily, adaptation is a wonderful thing.
A taste of my struggles...
1. A VERY TIRED left leg
All of the sudden, my left leg is forced to support ALL of my weight, and it apparently is not yet in shape to be doing so. After a few trips to the bathroom, and downstairs to let Lola (my dog) out, I feel like I just ran a marathon.
2. Man Arms
I WILL have huge manly arms in another week or two. Same thing happened last time. The better I feel, the more I trek myself around one creaky step at a time, and the bigger my arms get. I'm just not a fan of man arms on myself. Guys can have big muscular arms, but I prefer the smaller version for myself.
3. Transporting food, drinks, computer, phone, etc.
It's almost impossible to hold any object while crutching to safety (the table, couch, bed...). However I have learned a few tricks for emergency purposes.
- The Hooded Sweatshirt: Always wear a hooded sweatshirt with a front pocket to hold small items such as cell phone, a book, etc.
- The Hobble: For very short distances, it is possible to hold a drink and hobble...its too confusing to explain, and it's probably not the safest, so we'll just leave it at that.
- The Hop: Once the left leg is strong enough to hop, it frees up both hands. It definitely looks really ridiculous but it does get me from point A to point B (as long as A and B aren't too far apart).
- The Crawl: I use this trick especially in the middle of the night when I need to go to the bathroom. Somehow it's easier than crutching to the bathroom in the dark when I am half asleep and totally out of it. It's also good for carrying larger objects such as my laptop.
4. Ice on the ground, water on the floor
It's just f-ing slippery. Let your imagination run wild.
5. STAIRS
The absolute worst, most dangerous part of all. I'm not sure what's worse - going up or down. Going up, I use one crutch, and hold onto the railing with the other arm, and then hop up each stair with the good leg. Going down I completely surrender and slide down one stair at a time on my ass. I can't imagine trying to crutch down a flight of stairs - it's just too risky at this point. Every time I'm standing at the top of the stairs, I can't stop the image of toppling down,(a mess of cast and crutches flying in every direction), from rushing into my mind. So my new motto for life...play it safe for now.
A taste of my struggles...
1. A VERY TIRED left leg
All of the sudden, my left leg is forced to support ALL of my weight, and it apparently is not yet in shape to be doing so. After a few trips to the bathroom, and downstairs to let Lola (my dog) out, I feel like I just ran a marathon.
2. Man Arms
I WILL have huge manly arms in another week or two. Same thing happened last time. The better I feel, the more I trek myself around one creaky step at a time, and the bigger my arms get. I'm just not a fan of man arms on myself. Guys can have big muscular arms, but I prefer the smaller version for myself.
3. Transporting food, drinks, computer, phone, etc.
It's almost impossible to hold any object while crutching to safety (the table, couch, bed...). However I have learned a few tricks for emergency purposes.
- The Hooded Sweatshirt: Always wear a hooded sweatshirt with a front pocket to hold small items such as cell phone, a book, etc.
- The Hobble: For very short distances, it is possible to hold a drink and hobble...its too confusing to explain, and it's probably not the safest, so we'll just leave it at that.
- The Hop: Once the left leg is strong enough to hop, it frees up both hands. It definitely looks really ridiculous but it does get me from point A to point B (as long as A and B aren't too far apart).
- The Crawl: I use this trick especially in the middle of the night when I need to go to the bathroom. Somehow it's easier than crutching to the bathroom in the dark when I am half asleep and totally out of it. It's also good for carrying larger objects such as my laptop.
4. Ice on the ground, water on the floor
It's just f-ing slippery. Let your imagination run wild.
5. STAIRS
The absolute worst, most dangerous part of all. I'm not sure what's worse - going up or down. Going up, I use one crutch, and hold onto the railing with the other arm, and then hop up each stair with the good leg. Going down I completely surrender and slide down one stair at a time on my ass. I can't imagine trying to crutch down a flight of stairs - it's just too risky at this point. Every time I'm standing at the top of the stairs, I can't stop the image of toppling down,(a mess of cast and crutches flying in every direction), from rushing into my mind. So my new motto for life...play it safe for now.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
The Lullaby Song by Esthetics
This is my bro's newest song - it's catchy! It's his band Esthetics, featuring Shivani, who has a really cool voice. Download here...
http://www.zshare.net/audio/51242825b687f473/ (you have to cut and paste link in browser)
If you like, check out their website, www.myspace.com/estheticsband
http://www.zshare.net/audio/51242825b687f473/ (you have to cut and paste link in browser)
If you like, check out their website, www.myspace.com/estheticsband
Purpose
I just thought I would note that the purpose of this blog is both for my entertainment while I'm laid up, and also for your enjoyment at school, work, whatever...With that being said, please feel free to leave comments, stories, music, pics...you get the idea :)
An Introduction: The Saga of My Life
So I had my surgery on Friday. I'm hoping that is the last time I have to go through that...well...I guess I shouldn't say last because if there is one thing I have learned, it's that you never really know where life is going to take you. So let's just say 'for a long time'.
I am so painfully sick of telling this stupid story (the saga of my life), but I just voluntarily roped myself into yet another rendition of it all, so here goes.
Two years ago, a horse slipped and fell down onto my right side while I was on his back. The impact caused the stirrup to completely crush the navicular bone in my foot. (I know, I didn't even know there was a navicular bone in the foot either, and believe me, it's NOT a good bone to break. And for those of you that know anything about horses, it is a bit ironic.) I had surgery to repair the bone, and was off my feet for months. The bone itself healed but there was so much damage done to the joints around the injury that I developed arthritis. (I know, I thought arthritis was only something old people had, but let me tell you, I have a new appreciation for the term...It f-ing hurts!) I limped around on the bum foot in denial for over two years. I was at a concert over the summer and some a**hole guy actually came up to me and asked if I needed a wheelchair. Um RED FLAG. It was like a shot of reality into my brain. I had a limp. I was the girl who limped around like she had a broken leg. So I finally decided that unless I wanted to officially be a cripple at 24, and in a wheelchair at 25, it was time to go under the knife once again.
I went to lots of different doctors to get as many opinions as possible. After all, this is the foot I need to walk around on for the rest of my life. Finally I found a new surgeon I really liked and felt comfortable with. I'm tired of the details so I'm going to skip right ahead. This time the doctor fused the painful joints, which means they literally removed the joints and screwed the bones together. So now instead of 3 bones and 2 joints (at the site of the injury), I have only 1 bone, 10 titanium screws and a plate in my foot. I won't lie, it makes me cringe to think about it.
I went to the doctor on Monday to get the surgical cast removed and a plaster cast on. My stomach is still turning in circles at the thought of what my foot looks like underneath the cast. I am actually so demented that I had the urge to take pictures of it...
The hardest part of it all is that now I am on crutches for two months, followed by a walking cast, then phyical therapy, etc. Long story short, it will be months before I am walking around normally again, driving my car, having a life... In the big picture, a couple of months really is not a long time. I do realize this. And probably to those who are so busy that they hardly have time to eat and sleep, sitting on the couch watching endless movies, reading books and mags doesn't sound so bad. But the grass is always greener and for me it is slightly torturous. As I sit here, completely immobile, waiting patiently for my foot to heal, I see the world passing me by a million miles an hour.
I am so painfully sick of telling this stupid story (the saga of my life), but I just voluntarily roped myself into yet another rendition of it all, so here goes.
Two years ago, a horse slipped and fell down onto my right side while I was on his back. The impact caused the stirrup to completely crush the navicular bone in my foot. (I know, I didn't even know there was a navicular bone in the foot either, and believe me, it's NOT a good bone to break. And for those of you that know anything about horses, it is a bit ironic.) I had surgery to repair the bone, and was off my feet for months. The bone itself healed but there was so much damage done to the joints around the injury that I developed arthritis. (I know, I thought arthritis was only something old people had, but let me tell you, I have a new appreciation for the term...It f-ing hurts!) I limped around on the bum foot in denial for over two years. I was at a concert over the summer and some a**hole guy actually came up to me and asked if I needed a wheelchair. Um RED FLAG. It was like a shot of reality into my brain. I had a limp. I was the girl who limped around like she had a broken leg. So I finally decided that unless I wanted to officially be a cripple at 24, and in a wheelchair at 25, it was time to go under the knife once again.
I went to lots of different doctors to get as many opinions as possible. After all, this is the foot I need to walk around on for the rest of my life. Finally I found a new surgeon I really liked and felt comfortable with. I'm tired of the details so I'm going to skip right ahead. This time the doctor fused the painful joints, which means they literally removed the joints and screwed the bones together. So now instead of 3 bones and 2 joints (at the site of the injury), I have only 1 bone, 10 titanium screws and a plate in my foot. I won't lie, it makes me cringe to think about it.
I went to the doctor on Monday to get the surgical cast removed and a plaster cast on. My stomach is still turning in circles at the thought of what my foot looks like underneath the cast. I am actually so demented that I had the urge to take pictures of it...
The hardest part of it all is that now I am on crutches for two months, followed by a walking cast, then phyical therapy, etc. Long story short, it will be months before I am walking around normally again, driving my car, having a life... In the big picture, a couple of months really is not a long time. I do realize this. And probably to those who are so busy that they hardly have time to eat and sleep, sitting on the couch watching endless movies, reading books and mags doesn't sound so bad. But the grass is always greener and for me it is slightly torturous. As I sit here, completely immobile, waiting patiently for my foot to heal, I see the world passing me by a million miles an hour.
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